Up in the Sky: The Aeroplane's Flight

In the vast and open sky so blue,

The aeroplane takes to the view,

With engines roaring, it ascends so high,

Into the clouds where eagles fly.

A metal bird, a wondrous sight,

It soars with grace and pure delight,

A marvel of human engineering,

Above the earth, its course steering.

Through the heavens, it journeys on,

Its wings like blades, so strong and long,

The world below, a mere patchwork quilt,

As it glides and floats, without any guilt.

Its passengers inside, look down in awe,

As they cross oceans, mountains, and more,

From one land to another, they travel free,

The aeroplane their magic key.

Above the clouds, a heavenly space,

Where time stands still and life's a race,

The aeroplane, its only home,

A journey where it's free to roam.

And as the journey ends, it descends so slow,

Back to the earth, where life does grow,

A flight well taken, a journey complete,

The aeroplane, its wings beat.